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papergirllife · 6 months

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Jeong Jaehyun

CEO!Jaehyun x Secretary!reader

Synopsis:

You and Jaehyun take a trip to Florence and things get interesting on a boat with a surprise at the end :)))

warnings: public s*x (kinda), unprotected s*x, ch*king, br**ding kink, c*ck warming, strength kink, brief sub drop, tooth rotting fluff.

a/n: sorry i can't make it in time for a halloween fic, that would probably come out a bit later than expected :((, so here's a little treat instead to keep you guys sated :)))

The summer breeze feels freeing against your skin, the salt air is something you don't want to forget, the sea is a sparkling teal, you could really get used to this.

"What's on your mind, love?" Jaehyun asks, his big arms wrapped around your waist, his chin perched on your shoulder, you can feel his breath tickling your ears.

"That I'm gonna miss this very much when we're back in Seoul," you say with a longing sigh at the beautiful view.

Jaehyun hums in agreement, watching you swirl your glass of white wine before taking a long sip, you're taking in the beautiful view of Florence's sea view while he takes in his view, you, your hair blowing by, his prada sunglasses perched on the beautiful slope of your nose, your lips shining from the latest lip oil he's splurged on you after he's seen you watching numerous tiktoks of it.

"We can come here again, you know," Jaehyun proposes, his cheek brushing against yours, nuzzling into your warmth.

"One, you have a company to run. Two, it's too expensive to do this again," you chide, it's been days already and still you never miss to mention the fact that Jaehyun dropped a bomb to plan this trip and book a whole yacht for the two of you, including a league of staff at your beck and call, the chef himself is from some really popular restaurant, his fresh pasta is to die for, you're sure the price for his services is deadly as well.

"I told you this before, I'd give you the whole world if you want," Jaehyun reminds you with a playful nudge of his head at yours, getting a laugh out of you.

"And how many times do I have to remind you? You as your own person is the equivalent of my world, not Jeong Jaehyun the CEO of a huge company, and not the benefits that come with your financial position," you say with a huff, you just know this trip is at least a year's worth of your salary, that he keeps adding for no reason mind you, what's the use of money when this man doesn't let you spend a cent of your own coin when he's around?

"I know, sweetheart, I just like spoiling you, treat it as a kink of mine, that I have this obsession with giving you princess treatment," Jaehyun says, trying to explain himself into your good books again.

"Whatever, I'm still not letting you spend a cent on groceries though," you argue, that was the deal when you moved in with him and found out that he paid for everything, utilities, necessities, your wardrobe; it was almost impossible to get him to agree to let you spend on groceries, that and whatever you manage to pick up on your way back when he works later than you, like that robot vacuum and mop hybrid you splurged on, and spending more on better quality groceries, including wine, which got a huff out of your mostly patient boyfriend.

"Wine is wine," he argued, hands on his waist, his brows furrowed, but you see right through him, he could never get mad at you.

"I put wine in pasta, and it's sold in the grocer, so it's considered as groceries," you say with a smug tone, and at that moment, Jaehyun thinks you look borderline cunning.

"Fine…"

"When we're married, I'm going to have to reevaluate our terms," Jaehyun says with a chuckle, kissing your temple.

"That's not going to be soon anyways," you say with a huff before finishing your glass of pricey wine.

"That can be changed," Jaehyun says, snatching the empty glass out of your hands, passing it to the staff before he tells her to dismiss everyone below deck.

"Right, as if you want to be tied down this quickly," you say, turning from the railing to face Jaehyun, slapping his chest playfully.

"Why? You don't think I love you enough to be tied down to you?" Jaehyun asks, the mirth disappearing in his eyes, catching you off guard.

"You're still very young, men don't like settling down so quickly," you say, cupping his cheeks, patting his cheeks, you love his mochi cheeks.

"I'm 26, not 16, I know what I want, and that's loving you, for eternity," Jaehyun mumbles, talking despite his cheeks being squished by you, which he's quick to change, grasping your hands in his, placing them on his sturdy shoulders, "I'll prove my love to you," Jaehyun says before he slams his lips to yours, catching you off guard.

After 3 years of being with him, you still get light headed from the way he kisses you, and he knows, manoeuvring you to the big L shaped sofa.

"I'm going to prove to you now, that my love for you is as endless as the skies and the seas," Jaehyun promises after his lips part from yours.

You quickly peel your clothes off of you, savouring Jaehyun's lustful eyes on you.

"You're a sight to behold," Jaehyun mutters before he reconnects his lips with yours.

He just can't get enough of you today, how sweet you taste, your lip oil, the taste of bitter grape on your tongue, he's a fiend and you're his drug.

He shudders when he feels your hands make a quick work of getting rid of his clothes, your soft hands trailing through the arms that he's trained very hard for, grasping onto his biceps, Jaehyun smiles at the action, you've always been a fan of his muscles, spending your free time reading while Jaehyun works out in his personal gym, not a page turned.

Jaehyun breaks the kiss, looking at you with love drunk eyes.

"Get on fours for me, facing the ocean, let the world see how I worship my baby," Jaehyun says with mirth, eyes shining like a boy on Christmas day.

"As you wish, boss," you say before breaking out laughing when you see your boyfriend's deadpan expression.

"Very funny," Jaehyun muses before he gets distracted by the sight of your ass, a hand outstretched to smack one of your cheeks lightly, his cock growing hard at the sight of your cheek jiggling in his hold.

Jaehyun gets comfortable on the sofa before he bends down to get a quick taste, adjusting your body to his height, or he'd get a neck cramp and an earful from you later.

Jaehyun groans when he gets an actual taste, and with one taste, he's hooked, tongue going from kitten licks to sinking his tongue deep inside your cunt, a hand grasping your cheeks open while his other hand makes its way to your sweet bundle of nerves, rotating your clit in slow circles, sending shocks down where Jaehyun's situated, drenching his mouth with your sweet juices, dripping down his chin, and the sounds you make, calling out to his name with that airy high pitched tone that only he gets to hear, if there's one thing that Jaehyun would never try in bed with you is gagging, god forbid him cockblocking himself from an eargasm, not even his favourite artists could compare to this personal melody only he gets to listens to.

You’re not the type to be super loud or something, in fact, Jaehyun often needs to remind you to be as loud as you want to be, and now with the staff being dismissed, you still fear that you’d be heard by anyone lingering nearby, but Jaeyhyun’s skillful tongue has your inhibitions down, his tongue and fingers strumming your body like a guitar, and he can tell you’re close, with the way you’ve drenched his hand, hips unconsciously pushing back to meet his touch, when his hands meet your swollen bundle of nerves, gasps of his name reach Jaehyun’s ears before he feels your juices drip down his hand.

Jaehyun has that smirk that you always tease for looking like an evil character in the dramas you always watch, the one where his face makes unconsciously, usually when he manages to get you flustered or at times like these, when Jaehyun makes a mess out of you just from his sheer dedication and familiarity of your body that he had studied obsessively.

“You need a rest, sweetheart?” Jaehyun asks when he helps you turn to face him again.

“I’m ready, we need to hurry up, I don’t want the staff to think we’re having sex right now,” you say before swivelling your hips on his length, he’s already hard and it’s just from pleasuring you, the thought has flowers blooming in your heart.

“But we are fucking right now,” Jaehyun said before he bellows out a full on laugh, which led to you shushing him with the palm of your hand.

“Exactly, that’s why we need to hurry up,” you said before you give Jaehyun back his ability to talk, positioning yourself away from Jaehyun, and suddenly, Jaehyun’s second favourite sight comes into view, the only ‘human’ peach he desires.

“So romantic of you,” Jaehyun jokes, lightly smacking your butt, he could never get bored of doing that.

“I want to enjoy the view,” you say with a huff, finally settling into a spot where the cushion feels comfortable under your elbows and knees.

“See how the horizon looks endless? My love for you is as deep as the sea, and as limitless as the sky,” Jaehyun says by your ear before he crouches over you to kiss you, he always does that, sealing his affirmations for you with a kiss.

Just a quick one, then he traces your back with his lips, the soft kisses tracing your arched spine, way down till your tailbone before he rises up again, his warm palms spreading you open gently, the sea breeze hitting your most intimate parts of you, the cool feeling quickly fading when you feel Jaehyun’s length sinking inside you, the stretch so familiar, comforting even, as the pleasure that only Jaehyun could give you once again dance through your nerves, and the feeling of being so full, so complete, you don’t think you’d want to live a world without Jaehyun, not when you’re an addict for this man you call your lover, the power he holds over you is stronger than any temptation this world has to offer.

Your eyes go cross when Jaehyun finally deems you ready for him to pick up the pace, he locates your sweet spot with the blunt of his tip, and you lose some of your composure, Jaehyun’s name escaping your lips, his name broken in parts of two and three, depending on the rhythm of his hips, and soon the beautiful view in front of you is distorted from your lust altered vision, the horizon blurring into one, just like you and Jaehyun, bodies smudged into one being, fused together by the love the two of you share.

“Ready to fall apart again, my love?” Jaehyun asks, his voice laboured from his movements, at first you didn’t know what he was saying, that is, until you feel his fingertips grazing your clit again, your hips jerking at the touch, still sensitive from before, but Jaehyun, being the service dom he is, he never wants to push you into a quick succession without your permission, hence he waits for the quick nod of your head and the breathless yes you barely managed to utter before he draws figure eights onto your sensitive bundle of nerves, he reads your body like an open book, the way you’re slumped forward, arms supporting your body instead of your elbows now, he just knows he’s going to get complaints about how he tires your body out every time you guys have sex.

Jaehyun’s spare hand winds around the base of your neck, pulling you up with a gasp of your lips, his lips touching yours, his nose digging into your cheek, the feeling so domestic, so distracting that you didn’t even notice his hand leaving your neck before you feel one of your nipples pinched between his fingers, and that’s what pushes you over the edge, your body already high strung from just his cock inside you, but his pace stutters before you feel the warmth of his seed paint your walls, the feeling sending a shudder down your back.

Jaehyun rides out your high with slow and deep thrusts, and when he starts picking up the pace again, you indulge him, just as much as he indulges in you, he knows you love a little bit of pain, sending your body into another wave of pleasurable crescendo with a cry of his name and tears prickling at the corner of your eyes, and then he stops, pulling out of you gently while he whispers of how good you were for him amongst other praises that ground you after a heavier session like that.

“You with me baby?” Jaehyun asks while he manoeuvres you on your back, palms cradling your cheeks as if he’s trying to pull you back to the right headspace, and after a few blinks to clear your head, you remember who you are and most importantly, where you are.

“Oh my god, we need to hurry and get dressed,” you say, your eyes frantically scanning around to find your clothes.

“Hey, no rush, I’ll find your clothes and dress you, you just sit here and catch your breath, okay?” Jaehyun assures you before he quickly fetches your clothes and dresses you, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before he dresses himself and retrieves the pitcher of water to fill your glass for you, handing it to you, you didn’t realise how thirsty you were until you finished it.

“Feeling better now?” Jaehyun asks after draining his own glass.

“Yeah, would’ve liked having you stay inside me for a bit longer though, but this is definitely not the place to do so,” you say with a chuckle.

“Let’s retire back to our cabin then, I want cuddles anyways,” Jaehyun suggests before he sweeps you off the couch, carrying you bridal style down back to your room.

When the two of you wake, it’s evening and the chef is preparing your dinner on deck, the scent of pasta sauce making your stomach rumble after what Jaehyun put you through.

“Are you excited to go to Milan tomorrow? It’s fashion week after all,” Jaehyun says, he used the excuse of his artists’ brand endorsement to travel all the way here, not that he needed one, but the board’s old men are sometimes very…demanding.

“Yeah, I’m excited to see the Galleria, it always looks so pretty in photos,” you say, when Jaehyun first announced the two of you would be going to Italy, you quickly looked up what's famous there, other than the leaning tower and the colosseum.

“We can go there right after we rest up, and the fashion show doesn’t take all that long, business meetings are the day after the show, so we’ll have plenty of time together,” Jaehyun promises, he’s always been so accommodating to you, always trying his best to balance his work and you, and for that, you’ll always be grateful.

“You’re sure it’s not getting in the way of your work?” you ask, but Jaehyun is quick to shake his head no, before the chef announces that dinner is served.

Dinner was brief, both of you were starving from today’s strenuous activity, and now you and Jaehyun are once again seated on the sofa, planning to take a walk around town for dessert after your dinner digests.

“There’s something I need to do before we dock,” Jaehyun says before he sees the staff once again retreating down below deck, glad that they remember his request for them to do so.

“What is it?” you ask, quickly assuming that he needs to take a call from Seoul or something, he tries not to, but you know it’s a given with his job and you respect it.

Then, Jaehyun gets down on one knee, his hand reaching into his pant’s pocket to reach for something bulky, and when you see the velvet material, your heart drops.

“I remember what you said this afternoon, about men my age not willing to settle down so soon, but I’m here, down on one knee, to prove to you that I’m willing to settle down young, If you give me the chance, I’d love if you gave me the chance to be truly yours, I know I’m a busy man, and that I have moments where I don’t give you enough of my time and attention,” Jaehyun says with melancholy swimming in his eyes, and immediately you shake your head, but before you could open your mouth to protest, Jaehyun continues his speech, “I spent three years with you now, lived together for two, but I want to spend every life with you if given the chance, so in this life, would I be able to have the honour to officially call you mine? You can finally be Mrs Jeong,” Jaehyun says with utmost sincerity, even the little inside joke he tacked on is a goal of his.

“Jaehyun, I’d be a dumbass to not say no,” you say before squatting down to his level, tackling him against the sofa with a big fat kiss, your weight crashing down on him, the air getting pushed out of his lungs from your sheer force, but Jaehyun would let you do it over and over again if it means he gets to see you smile this wide, everyday of his life.

“Thank you, sweetheart, I love you, more than you’d ever imagine, Mrs Jeong.”

“I love you too, Mr Jeong.”

#nct smut #nct fluff #jaehyun #jaehyun smut #jeong jaehyun #nct fanfiction #nct fanfic #nct x reader #jung jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #nct imagines #jaehuyn fluff #nct 127

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suzukiblu · 5 months

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Day twenty-nine of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

Kon disassembles his sand castle back into the original pattern without looking, Tim experiences multiple internal crisises, and someone passes by with a tray of hors d'oeuvres. Tim, in self-defense, grabs a couple of the little crostini things on said tray and offers one to Kon, who looks pleased about it.

“I dunno, does this count as a party?” Kon asks, glancing around with a little grin before popping his hors d'oeuvre into his mouth. Tim does the same, then remembers this means that now he knows what Kon’s mouth tastes like again. Dammit.

Kon’s mouth currently tastes like ricotta and roasted grape, which isn’t even necessarily a taste that especially appeals to Tim, aside from the part where it’s how Kon’s mouth currently tastes. Why do people even roast grapes? Why is that even a thing?

Why does Kon look so attractive in slightly smudged eyeliner he put on for him and clothes he bought him? Like–Kon always looks attractive, it’s an incredibly unfortunate curse on the world, reflexively checking out his ass in spandex literally did get Tim thrown off a roof once, but this attractive? This is several new layers of “attractive” and Kon is wearing all of them like a second skin. A very tight and fitted and well-tailored second skin, to be specific. One with cutouts and short-shorts involved.

This metaphor may be getting away from him.

“Technically I think so, though maybe not the usual kind,” Tim says. “I mean, it’s sort of a party, it’s just mostly an event. Maybe they want donations or something, I don’t know. Museums usually do.”

He assumes that’s what the ticket money went to, or at least a fair chunk of it. They were pretty expensive tickets, considering, but since it’s an adults-only special event that isn't obviously themed in either a rogue-baiting or rogue-planned way he hadn't really questioned it. Getting overcharged by a probably-underfunded art museum isn't exactly enough to trot out his inner Bat or inner future supervillain for.

Well, as long as nobody on staff annoys or insults Kon, anyway. Because in that case he will be financially destroying this place. Like, obviously. It's a little early to be planning his supervillain calling cards, but “you know what you did” is an increasingly tempting option.

Anyway, that's just a contingency plan. Totally unnecessary as long as Kon has a good time.

“What’s over there?” Kon asks, peering towards another station. Tim wonders why he’s asking, since he assumes he can feel it, though in retrospect “feeling” whatever it is doesn’t necessarily explain the purpose or point of whatever it is.

“No idea,” Tim says. “Why, does it feel interesting?”

“Um.” Kon . . . hesitates, then glances back to him, looking oddly–embarrassed, almost? Weird, Tim thinks, repressing a frown. “It’s, uh . . . kinda, I guess. I dunno. Wanna check it out?”

“Sure,” Tim says, peering towards it. It looks like a series of boxes with holes in them all stacked on top of each other, though he can’t see what’s actually inside them–there’s curtains or something built into them. He’s not really sure what the whole setup’s supposed to be, honestly, but if Kon’s interested . . .

They head over, and it turns out the whole setup is basically the same theory as those haunted houses where they make you stick your hand in a box full of peeled grapes and cooked spaghetti and tell you they’re eyeballs and brains, although Tim is hoping peeled grapes and cooked spaghetti won’t actually be involved.

“So there’s literally zero surprises here for you, I’m guessing,” Tim says wryly. Kon looks sheepish.

“We can go do something else,” he says.

“I mean, I’ll be surprised,” Tim points out. “So up to you if you’re interested or not.”

“Okay, point, I guess,” Kon says, laughing a little and rubbing his arm self-consciously. “I dunno.”

“Tell me which one to try?” Tim suggests, smiling at him. Kon laughs again, ducking his head to hide a grin. That continues to not be as effective as he probably wants it to be, given their height difference, but Tim has no intention of pointing that out. He doesn’t want to make Kon more self-conscious, and also it’s fucking adorable.

Bastard.

“You sure about that?” Kon says, his grin turning sly as he glances back towards him. “You don’t know what’s in there, babe.”

“I’m willing to live a little dangerously,” Tim replies with an easy shrug. Kon laughs again.

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he teases.

Tim quickly regrets letting Kon pick which boxes he should stick his hands in via trying said boxes, but also Kon just looks so fucking cute laughing at the different faces he makes for every one, so it’s hard to actually get annoyed about it. Also, Kon admittedly did warn him.

Although he might’ve rather put up with the peeled grapes and cooked spaghetti, honestly.

Seriously. Those are some textures, ugh.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young justice #young just us #rinfic #long post #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

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twicecorner · 1 year

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Smoked Out - Part 2

Twice Jihyo x Male Reader

4299 words; smut

A/N: i didn;t think Smoked Out would gain much traction, but seeing as it did and i kinda like where I was going with it, here’s part 2 with highly requested smut LOL again same warnings apply from pt 1 that this is an AU etc etc... anyways this ones a bit longer hehe and MERRY CHRISTMAS here’s a lil gift for you lovelies :) cheers to a small twicecorner cb

Damn these comebacks are stressful... Having to go from venue to venue, keeping track of multiple packed schedules, and with other corporate busywork has been piling up on you. The past few comebacks since you’ve started working with Twice had been relatively easy, but now that you’re in the thick of it in your position and with Covid taking out a few of the other staff members, a lot of work had been placed on you. After the first week of promotions you needed a breather and a much-needed break away from your laptop which you’d been working on for the past 5 hours after your normally scheduled work day. You crack open a beer, grab your jacket and head up to the rooftop of your building. Luckily it as a nice night, so the weather and fresh air felt great. You take a seat on one of the benches overlooking the city.

Since your kiss with Jihyo a few weeks ago, nothing much had happened with how busy things got. The most that came from passing by during schedules was a few flirtatious looks or comments. Neither of you had the time to really talk about it and you both decided on your own to table it until things at work had died down.

You put down your beer next to you and stood up to stretch. While stretching you feel something in your jacket hit your body. It seemed you’d forgotten this was the jacket you were wearing that night. The same jacket that hid your last single cigarette. You pull out the pack and look at it, remembering that night and that faithful kiss. You smile as you think about Jihyo, nothing compared to her. Even with work being a handful, having Jihyo around never failed to help ease any tension. Just her being in the same room put you at ease. Grabbing your beer again you toss with the idea of lighting up the cig or leaving it for a later date or for good. A sudden voice jumps you out of your deep thought.

“Hey stranger.”

You whip your body around to see who the voice belonged to, but you already knew.

“You scared me,” you say laying your eyes on a leisurely dressed Jihyo.

“Well, I didn’t think anyone would be up here this late” she says walking towards you.

“I was up late working on the schedules and such. Needed a break and some air.”

“I can tell. That’s a dead giveaway.” she replies nodding at the beer can and pack still held in your hand.

“We really need to stop meeting this way” you say letting out a chuckle, placing the pack back in your pocket.

“Did you already smoke?” Jihyo asks now coming up to stand next to you, her arms resting on the railing.

You turn around so now both of you are looking out to the skyline. “No, actually I was debating on it, but that night I’d thrown all the others out except one. I guess I was saving it or something”

“Wow, how poetic” she jokes sarcastically letting out a giggle.

“Shut up. I still can’t believe I made a world-renowned idol smoke” you roll your eyes and nudge her lightly.

“What came after it was far better” Jihyo looks at you.

You notice Jihyo’s only dawning a black tank top and seeing at how late it was getting, it started to get a little chilly. “Are you cold?”

“No I’m okay, I’m used to it” she says, but her actions of her arms now folded over each other say otherwise. You pull off your jacket and drape it around her shoulders. “Here.”

She smiles and pulls it around her body, “Thanks.”

After a few minutes of small talk and looking out into the distance, Jihyo fumbles around your jacket. She pulls out the pack.

“Jackpot” she says grinning holding it up.

“Hey! What are you doing with that? No, don’t open it. Jihyo! No.” you try to get it out of her hands but she steps back and now you’re foolishly dancing with her like two kids fighting over a toy. In the midst of it, she’s able to pull out the cigarette and put it between her lips. She stands and poses with it there, mimicking the motions without lighting it. You stop and watch her.

“I’m just pretending, I’ve never actually felt it between my lips or in my fingers.” You’re in awe of her beauty, even in the juxtaposing situation of having the nations girl group leader with a cigarette between her lips.

“Okay fine. Just for fun.” you throw the white flag and let her have her fun. You step close to her and pull her towards you grabbing your jacket. “I won’t lie, you look good with it. It’s hot.” you say only half joking. Jihyo laughs and holds it between her fingers, she plays along and strikes some poses trying to look cool and edgy. After a small laugh you easily take it back from her, reaching into the pocket of your jacket and pulling out the box.

“Wait...Is it bad I want to see you do it again?” she says referring to you smoking.

You raise an eyebrow as you slide the cigarette back into the box. “You mean see me smoke?” the question rolls from your mouth with confusion.

“Yeah... I don’t want to sound weird, but now every time I’m out and see someone smoke I pay some attention to them. But... none of them do it the way you do, not that I’ve seen anyways. You know, the thing with your nose.” She points to the space between her upper lip and her nose as she says that.

“Ah.. the french inhale...” You trail off still fighting with the idea of it. Grabbing your beer you take another swig and hand her the can, “You want some?”

“Of course” Jihyo says, her eyes lighting up, “These past few days of learning the new choreography and dealing with promotions have been intense.” She takes a few gulps.

“Should we go out for some drinks then? It is Friday after all, I’m surprised you’re not already out with the other girls tonight.” You say watching her and toying with the box in your hands.

“Most of them went straight home earlier. I had to stay back to finish recording, I could call up Jeongyeon and Nayeon, I’m sure they’d want to go out, but I’m already here with you...” Jihyo turns to look back out at the skyline. “Let’s go. There’s a bar I like not too far from here, about a 5 minute drive”

Soon you find yourself in a taxi with Jihyo on the way to a bar you’ve never heard of. Of course it’s a bustling Friday night and the bar is lively and crowded. You have a couple of drinks and laugh and talk about whatever. You’ve never felt so comfortable with someone before especially considering Jihyo’s rank in society. After a few drinks and shots of soju, both of you are happily tipsy and stumble out of the crowded bar.

“Oh! Wait! My place isn’t too far from here!” You notice in your daze.

“I’ll walk you home then!” Jihyo replies, seemingly not as drunk as you are. The cool air calms your nerves and redness from the drinks.

“Yeah, I think a walk will help...” Still in your nicely drunken haze, you pull the pack from your pocket.

“Oh finally!” Jihyo exclaims clapping her hands seeing you pull it out.

“Wow I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get excited over smoking before” You laugh at her.

“Oh shut up!” Jihyo playfully punches you. A smoke after a night of drinking and walking in the cool air never fails to ease any stress in you. You place the cigarette between your lips and cup the end while you light it. The first breath warms your mouth and you pull the smoke instinctively through your nostrils. After letting out a puff of smoke, you sigh in relief.

“Wow.. daebak” Jihyo says intently watching you. You continue to talk and walk, by the time you smoke half of the cigarette you’ve made it to your apartment building.

“Here it is...” You say slightly disappointed that this is where Jihyo would leave you, “It’s getting a bit colder. Do you want me to call you a cab?” You ask.

“No it’s okay. Is it okay if I come inside? I can warm up a bit and then head out.” Jihyo offers.

“Sure I have extra jackets and sweatshirts if you need too” you respond.

Up in your apartment you give her the tour of your small space and head out to the small balcony. “Wow even a balcony!” Jihyo says in surprise as if she doesn’t live in luxury.

You bring out two beers and pull out the other half of the cigarette and light it again. Jihyo rests her arm on the railing and turns to watch you.

“Do you want to do it again?” You ask, knowing she understands you.

“Yeah...” she replies stepping closer. You follow the same motions as that night and pull her face towards yours before exhaling a bit of smoke into her mouth. As she takes it in, she closes the distance letting the smoke escape from the corners of your mouths as your lips touch. Her arms wrap around your neck and yours around her waist. You pull back for a moment, placing the cigarette in the ashtray. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“Just kiss me.” She responds, her voice low, pulling you back into her. The pace of the kiss increases as your lips dance together, and her tongue darts out and licks your lower lip. Allowing her to cross the bridge, you open your mouth to let her in. Your tongues circle and dance exchanging saliva and lust. Jihyo moans into your mouth as you grip her hips tighter and pull her body flush against yours.

You pull away and place your mouth next to her ear, “I… I want you Jihyo” You saw lowly, eliciting a breathy moan from the girl who runs her hands into your hair. As you start to place messy kisses along her jaw and neck she breathes out, “I want you too.” The green lights flash and something wakes up in both of you. You peel your jacket off and throw it blindly towards one of the chairs on the balcony and run your hands down Jihyo’s back down to rest on her supple ass as you continue to make out. Jihyo pulls at the hem of your shirt and you step back, allowing her to pull it off of you. Jihyo takes a second to admire your naked upper half. You smirk at the newfound confidence and hunger growing within you. Jihyo lunges towards you licking, kissing, and sucking on any bare skin she could find. Your head falls back and her hand darts towards your quickly growing bulge. Upon feeling your crotch she gasps at your size.

You massage her ass and your hand runs up under her tanktop to unclasp her bra. Finally letting her godsent milkers free. You watch as they freely recoil on her small tight body. “Can I?” You ask taking hold of the hem of her tank top. “Take it off baby… I know you want my tits, don’t think I don’t see you staring every day” Jihyo says slyly. She wasn’t lying, as much as you’d want to deny, how could you. You tear off her top and let your eyes feast on her naked upper half, her perfect round tits set upon her torso, her tight abdomen and prominent collar bones.

“Sculpted by the gods” You say under your breath admiring her body.

“Don’t just stand there loverboy… Taste them” Jihyo presses her chest out towards you. Grabbing onto her thighs you hoist her up and rest her on the railing so her chest is at face level. You drag your tongue between the valley of her breasts before kissing and making your way to suck on one of her taught nipples. Jihyo lets out a long moan and throws her head back, her hands intertwining with your hair. “Oh fuck yes baby… suck on my tits… good boy” she encourages you. You moan around her nipples as your other hand moves to massage and play with the other. Soon you switch and look up at her, her chest now heaving and her legs wrapped around your body. You could feel your pants getting tighter by the second. You needed more.

Hoisting her up again, you bring her inside to your bedroom. You toss her onto the bed and she scoots up, crawling up after her you help her out of her pants so she’s left in her small black panties. “Holy shit…” you say in awe of the situation. Park Jihyo, technically one of your bosses, almost naked in your bed, begging and waiting for you to ravage her, to please her. It was a dream come true. Jihyo hops up onto her knees and switches places with you so you’re laying back on your elbows. She travels down your body and undoes your pants leaving you in your underwear. Seeing the outline of your cock practically made her mouth water. She slowly pulls your underwear off and your length springs freely from its cotton confines against your stomach.

“So… big” Jihyo says looking at you. You don’t know how to respond so you just give her a silly smirk. She takes hold of it and that sight alone could’ve made you bust instantly, but you knew you needed to hold out. “I can’t wait to taste this” She moans starting to slowly stroke your cock.

“Holy fuck Jihyo… this is so hot… you’re so hot” you moan, barely able to piece sentences together at this point.

She licks her lips then brings her mouth to your tip. She circles your tip with her tongue before taking it into her mouth and sucking deeply. You let out a loud moan and your cock twitches in her hand. Jihyo slowly starts to bob her head up and down taking every inch in deeper and deeper. Your hand instinctively runs through her hair to hold her head. Every now and then you open your ecstasy-shut eyes to peak at the beautiful woman sucking your cock. You feared that watching the whole thing may lead to an unexpected bust. Jihyo pops off your tip and licks the underside of your length before going back down, stroking your cock with your hand she wraps her lips around each of your heavy balls. “Ohhhh my god JIhyo that’s so good… fuck you’re so good” you moan out. Jihyo looks up at you with hooded eyes, fogged over with lust. Sucking down your length one last time she moves her body slightly up.

“I know you want to… and I want you to too… this big cock.. Between my big tits…” Jihyo says, dripping with sex and lust.

She encases your length with her heavy tits and your hips jerk at the feeling. Her soft, warm skin, around your wet cock. Jihyo starts to move up and down, licking your tip whenever it peaked through her mounds. She speeds up her movements, intermittently slowing down and speeding up, almost in an attempt to edge you with her breasts.

“Fuck… Jihyo if you keep doing that I’ll cum… let me eat you out please I need you” you beg in hopes of not ending the night before you could even fuck her.

“Mmm fuck please baby… I’m already so wet for you” Jihyo coos getting up to switch positions with you.

Between her legs, you pull her panties down with your teeth, getting a quick whiff of her scent. A sweet mix of her perfume, her sweat and her essence. After pulling off her underwear you sit in awe again, her naked body on full display for you in the low light. You lift her legs so that they’re propped up on the bed and your arms hook around her thighs, spreading her pussy for you. “Eat me baby” Jihyo moans in anticipation.

You start by placing kisses on her inner thighs, trailing your way to her core. You blow lightly on her pussy making her back arch as you watch her wetness increase. Finally diving in, you lick a strip from her hole to her clit which you clasp your lips around and suck, swirling your tongue around it. Jihyo moans loudly and writhes in pleasure. “Ohhhh fuck baby! Just like that… eat my fucking pussy!”

You continue your feast, licking and sucking on her folds, dipping your tongue into her wet hole before starting to tease with your fingers. You look up at her throughout your assault, her eyes shut in pleasure, her mouth gaped open with streams of beautiful moans flowing out. It was like a masterful, sensual painting. “You look gorgeous Jihyo” the words slipping out as you admire her.

“God you’re making me even wetter baby” she moans back smirking. As she does so, you sneakily press a finger inside of her waiting hole. “OH! Yess babyyyy” Jihyo moans in surprise. You pair your fingering with continuing to suck and lick her swollen clit. Her legs start to shake as you find her spot, “Oh fuck holy shit… baby right there oh my god yes….”

Jihyo starts to move her hips, wanting more of you. “Damnit baby fuck me already… I wanna feel that big cock inside me so bad… I need to cum all over you”

Her words shock you, you never thought such dirty words would come from the leader of the nations girl group. You couldn’t resist so you pull your fingers out of her and suck her juices off of your digits, making sure she’s watching. “Kiss me. Let me taste” she yearns

You oblige and lean down to kiss her, as the kiss ensues you line your cock with her entrance and slowly push in. She digs her nails into your shoulders and moans into your mouth. You were surprised with how long you’ve been able to last without even fucking her yet, but now was the real test. Letting her adjust to your size, her tight wet pussy grabbed onto your length for dear life. Slowly starting to withdraw your hips and push back in you both moan in pure pleasure. “Fuck me” she moans into your ear, before latching her lips onto your neck. You pant and grunt as you start to push in and out of her tight hole. Her legs wrap around your waist keeping your cock in at all times. Speeding up you lean up, Jihyo admiring her work of a dark red hickey on your neck and you thrust harder and faster, delighting in watching her tits bounce with the force of your body. “God you’re so fucking tight Jihyo” You groan, “Your tits look so fucking good holy shit”

Jihyo, wanting to encourage you even more, grabs hold of her chest and presses them together, toying with her own nipples, even testing her limits, pulling one up to her own mouth, darting her tongue out to lap up her taught nipples. “Oh my fucking god….” you moan, ramping up your speed. Your grip on her small waist tightens and you pull out so that your tip is barely held in by her hole before slamming back into her. At this point you’re both a mess, hungry animals just in search of pleasure and release. You pull out and quickly flip her around, hoisting her hips up and stradling her legs you press your cock back in her to prone bone her. You instantly hit her spot and her head whips back to look at you, “RIGHT THERE FUCK ME RIGHT THERE HARDER!!!” She practically yells.

You do as you’re told and press her hip into the bed, your other hand gripping into her hair and pulling back as you fuck her harder and faster. Jihyo’s moans readh a new level and her legs start to kick up in pure ecstasy. You lean over and moan into her ear, your back pressed against hers, the sound of your balls hitting her wet pussy adding to the thickness of the room. Your wrap your arm around her head and move her to face you, “You like this JIhyo? Getting fucked by my big cock? Your tight wet pussy, gripping my length?” You urge her on, driving her quickly towards her edge.

“Oh my god yes baby! Fuck I love it holy shit I love your big cock in me!” Jihyo moans back, spit dripping from the edges of her open mouth.

“Cum for me Jihyo… cum all over your loverboys cock” You command her, placing your hand around her throat and fucking her harder, deeper, and faster. Jihyo’s moans become even higher in pitch and you can feel her walls start to pulse around you. “I- I’m gonna fuck.. I’m gonna cum baby… I’m gonna cum all over your cock baby!” With that her entire body tenses and twitches in your arms, her eyes shut and her moan cuts out. Her pussy pulsates and wettens around you as you slow your thrusts. You place soft kisses on her neck and shoulder, rubbing her hips and ass to ride out her intense orgasm. After a few minutes she recovers and it takes everything from you not to cum with her. In her post orgasm haze she turns to face you. “I want your cum in me.” she declares. Your eyes lock with hers in shock, “Huh?” you question, thinking it would be too risky. “It’s fine, I’m on the pill anyways… plus if you cum in me I’ll probably cum again too, but I want to see you.”

“O-okay babe” you reply pulling out as she turns over onto her back again and holding her legs up for you. Her juices drip from her now gaping hole. You line yourself up once again and you push into her, your head falling back at the now familiar feeling of her walls. You want to imprint this view and feeling into your mind, since you didn’t know if it would ever happen again. You lean down and kiss her passionately as you start to fuck her fast and hard, the way she likes. Her tongue dances with yours and her arms find their place around your neck and wrapping up in your hair, her tits pillowing against your chest and her tight pussy squeezing your cock as you fuck her.

Starting to fuck her even harder and faster her hands move to scratch down your back, her moans again exceeding the sound barrier and her tits bounce freely. You hold her legs open, looking down to see your cock impaling her small body. You spit down onto her pussy and move your hand to rub her clit as you fuck her. “Oh my god fuck! Baby if you do that… oh my god… fuck it feels so good!!” Jihyo’s voice raising in octaves, signifying her pleasure at your doing. The sights and the sounds were starting to become too much, you could feel yourself nearing the edge. “Jihyo.. I- I’m gonna cum soon… Fuck…” you grunt out.

“Baby keep doing what you’re doing… I’m gonna cum again too… holy shit… Fuck I want your cum in me so bad baby… please cum in me… cum in my tight pussy” Jihyo begs. You fuck her faster and rub her clit just as fast. You start to feel her pussy pulse yet again, but this time it’s wetter. It feels as though her pussy is trying to push you out yet keep you in at the same time. Suddenly Jihyo lets out a loud yelp and your cock is forced out as she squirts all over you, her body racking with intense pleasure. This was it… This was your breaking point. Taking your cock into your hand you quickly jerk off at watching her squirt, you feel yourself about to cum, your toes curl and you start to see stars so you push your cock back inside of her still cumming hole and release your fat load. “Ohhh fuck I’m cumming Jihyo holy shit…” You paint her walls with your thick white cum, both of your bodies twitching and writhing with ecstacy as you both orgasm together. You lean your tired sweaty body ontop of hers, both heaving, your cock still buried and twitching inside of her.

“Oh my god that felt so good… You came so much in me… Fuck…” Jihyo breathes out.

“Jihyo.. That was amazing… I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard holy shit” you lightly chuckle, kissing her cheek. After a few moments of catching your breath, you pull out and watch some of your cum escape her overflowing hole. You watch it run down her puckered ass hole and onto your sheets. She lets a hand down to scoop some up and she brings it to her mouth, cleaning her fingers. “Mmm of course it tastes yummy too” She smirks, raising an eyebrow. Jihyo wanting even more moves to lay on her stomach between your legs and cleans off your sensitive cock. She pops off and looks up at you, licking her lips, “So good baby” she moans. The two of you catch your breath and hold each other, cuddled up on the bed for a few minutes before you break the silence, “So… cigarette after sex?”

#twicecorner #twice smut #jihyo smut #male reader #twice fanfic #jihyo fanfic

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sourbinnie · 1 year

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title -> take me back (take me back literally) genre -> angst (oh my god, is that all i write) + hopeful ending plot -> your relationship fell apart with minho but he still remembers everything about you, especially that one trip to monaco. warnings -> minho sometimes curses a bit too much + implied sexual content (one unholy night that's it but no explicit stuff) pair -> ex!minho x gn!reader words -> 1572 lowercase intended a/n -> this one's kinda bad but eh, i wanted to publish it anyways bc this song is my boo

las luces, las noches que fuimos de bares las vez que peleamos y perdiste las llaves se extraña todo lo que fue tenerte haría todo por volver a verte mirar tus ojos y esta vez perderme

monaco / lagos & danny ocean

every time i thought about them it was as if flashbacks came rushing through me. the wind hitting me in the face, the bright sunny day, the music that the radio played, the long car drives that never ended, everything felt too familiar yet so distant. as if you were nothing but a lost memory that i left on a vacation in monaco.

if i told anyone why we split up, they wouldn't believe me.

everyone would say that we were the perfect couple, the combination that came once in a lifetime and then you stayed with that special someone till the end of time. i beg to differ that we weren't perfect at all, we just showed a version of ourselves in front of people and in the more intimate moments everything would collapse slowly. it wasn't toxic but it wasn't healthy either. yet if i knew that what we had wasn't good, why am i missing you so much? why do i wake up everyday wishing you were by my side? why do i want our first vacation back in monaco to grace me back? just let me repeat it one more time before i go to sleep and keep dreaming of you.

why do i keep saying this place? this country? 'cause i know what we had was special. i know that what we lived there was out of this world even if it was my vacation with the boys and i brought you along, and literally everyone called me a simp, i did not care.

we explored so much, drank way too much and did unholy things but i wouldn't change that for the world. you taking my hand as the sunshine would reflect our shadows on the pavement. you bringing me closer and giving me the sweetest kiss for the world to see. you saying that you didn't wanna leave, you didn't wanna go back because you would miss me when i would go back to work, broke my heart and as much as i wanted to say "let's stay here forever", it was just an illusion and nothing else.

i know you (y/n), i know you're probably thinking that i don't miss you, that those words said to me that night are just a reflection of what i feel. i would do anything right now to see you, i miss everything you gave me, everything you were. even if it brought some of the saddest moments, i do not care, i am so fucking in love that i will go to couple's therapy with you if it's a way to fix us. i would quit my job, move to monaco for fuck's sake, i just want you back.

i shouldn't be reaching for my phone right now like i knew exactly what i was gonna say 'cause i did not have a fucking idea of what i'm doing. i needed to hear your voice, everyone around me knew i needed you, the boys, my parents, even the staff and jyp himself knew that i wasn't acting the same way since the break up.

since we split ways and decided to let our relationship die, i've been dead myself. trying to hold on, trying to put a fake smile, trying to just not fall apart in front of everyone. when they asked me why, i just said things weren't "working out" which is partially true but maybe i'm realizing now that if i put more effort and didn't let go like i did that night, we would've ended up in a better place.

i dialed your number, i prayed to everything & everyone that you didn't block me. and in fact you didn't...

maybe you were waiting for this as much as i was?

maybe you just needed me to call.

or maybe i should hang up and pretend this never happened in the first place.

"hello? minho?" your voice caught me off guard. i haven't heard it in a while and i've been processing in my head way too much. panicking as anxiety settles in and just knowing that i have to keep this conversation up, not wanting to let you go again.

"hey (y/n) i'm sorry, this is way out of nowhere and i-i needed to talk to you." voice crack and everything, good job minho. "i know you probably don't wanna talk to me right now but-."

"i did wanna talk to you, you know i'm always waiting for you to come back right?" what? did they actually say that or am i hallucinating again?

"what do you mean?" what the hell would it mean minho!? why am i so goddamn awful at speaking, jesus christ. "i just, i didn't expect you to be waiting after what happened that night."

i was invaded by awful memories. no more monaco, no more sunshine, no more petals, just a cold rainy night in seoul in our shared apartment that now only belongs to me. i said some fucked up things, i destroyed everything we built with just words, i regretted every single night since then. i know they were also wrong in some things but it's nothing compared to the things i've said out of pure anger, fear and disappointment.

i didn't want that but i also knew i couldn't keep living like this, thinking that there was a chance that we could go back and fix the mess we made.

"i know, i thought so too and it wasn't fair to me what you decided to do that night." you said calmly and i understood, i wasn't an idiot, i wasn't angry or throwing things thinking you were in the wrong. i took it because i know i hurt you and i'm...

"sorry, i'm always gonna be sorry for what i said, for what i did and for all the things that happened." i was feeling the tears and it was rare, i didn't like to cry. i've been told i don't cry at all even when sad moments happen, i just don't have the strength to do so when usually it's the opposite for most people. "i know you know that we were both in the wrong, we fought endlessly and i needed to let you go somehow and i chose the worst way, i will always be sorry."

"it's okay, i don't blame you even if it hurt me, even if it stings sometimes, i know it wasn't you talking and i know my minho way better than that." my minho...

my minho was gonna kill me and bury me for god's sake, i'm losing my mind. the tears, the dizziness, everything was falling in it's place and i still didn't know what to do. i didn't expect things to go like this but i knew it was my chance to make it better.

"(y/n) i'm gonna make it simple, you know i'm not good with words, in fact i've been panicking trying to think of what to say to you." i laughed but it wasn't the laughter that they knew, it was more of a choked up kind, one that was desperate to be told what to do in this situation. "i haven't been the same since you left, i can barely function, i don't know what i'm doing most of the time as i wait for you (and it looks like you've been waiting for me too), hoping you'll return."

speaking as you're crying is probably the worst way of communicating but i was taking this like my last opportunity to mend everything.

"i want you back, i'll do anything to be with you again." i said lightly and softly 'cause words were barely coming out of me. "i love you, i will never stop loving you and i've been remembering so much of our history but mostly that specific vacation we had with the boys..."

"oh so you're also thinking in monaco? the promise we made right?"

how could i forget the most important part? as we stared at the sunset, you held your pinky finger and i thought it was dumb and childish but when we intertwined them and promised to never let go, to always hold on to what we had even in our darkest times, even if the skies were no longer blue but gray & dull, i would have your back and you would have mine. i broke it somehow and in some way but i didn't mean to, i never let go, i never wanted to end things and i was hoping, praying, you didn't either.

"i'm always thinking about it, i'm always thinking about you, about us..." i said and sighed. i gave it all and somehow it still felt like a weight when i heard their voice, because i had to make up for so many tears. "please give me another chance, i won't promise because i know you're probably thinking that i'll break it but i need you back in my life, i love you."

as sincere as i got and as cliche as it was, i just couldn't contain it anymore.

"i love you too but we have to talk about it in person okay? can you hold on a bit for me min?" you said, this time tenderly and softly. i nodded even though you couldn't see it and that's when i said...

"anything for you jagi".

#skz drabbles #skz imagines #minho x reader #skz minho #skz lee know #skz short imagines #skz songfics #songfics #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz angst #skz scenarios #minho imagines #minho drabbles #sourbinnie #minho angst

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illegal-heartbreaker · 1 year

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Heyyyy first, I want to say that I love your writing!!!

I saw this prompt in tiktok and I thought that it's kinda cute. I'm not sure if you do Larissa Weems x Reader x Marilyn Thornhill though but anyway.

Larissa and Marilyn are together. One time they're talking about how they're struggling to get a baby in their relationship. A baby as in another person they can be in a poly relationship with. Reader heard this but they thought baby like as in a child. So being close with the two, she offered advice and told them that they can help them if they needed it. Larissa and Marilyn just looked at each other and they both agreed to pursue reader and get them as their baby. It's up to you how it goes, it's totally fine if you don't write this! Thank youuu

Innocent Offer {l. weems & m. thornhill}

summary: req above !

relationship: larissa weems x fem!reader x marilyn thornhill

extra/warning: this req is so cute 😭

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You had sat on the couch in the corner of the staff room at the start of the second break and since then everyone had left to go to their next periods. You were mindlessly scrolling through your instagram when two figures walk in oblivious to that fact that you were there as well. Looking back down at your phone, you move closer to the two ladies wanting to hear what they were talking about.

"Larissa! We've tried so many times to get one, don't you just want to give up?" You looked over at the two, Larissa was scrolling through her phone whilst Marilyn had her head rested on the table.

"Trust me darling," she placed her phone down and gave Marilyn a comforting hug whilst you watched. "We will get one for our own, just have some patience." Thats when it hit you, they were trying to get a baby. Watching the two of them from your corner, you couldn't help but feel bad for the two, they deserved the world after everything they had done to help you over the years that you had worked here and now you had the opportunity to return the favour by being their surrogate. You walk over to the two and sit down across from them.

"Y/N?? How long have you been here?" Larissa looks at you in shock, making her partner raise her head to look at you.

"Long enough to hear your issue," You start not noticing the look of horror the both shared. "I understand how terrible it is too feel this way, my parents had the same issue. If it makes you feel any better I'd gladly do it for you. Think about it, and get back to me but for now I really need to get ready for my next class." and with that you stand back up and leave the room, leaving the other two speachless.

"You think she really means that?" Marilyn asks looking at her girlfriend in pure shock, already knowing that she wants you.

"Well, I really hope so otherwise I don't know what she means." A hum is the response, "But you need to go to your next class otherwise you'll be late. Let me deal with this new information for now." She finishes kissing Marilyns head softly, sighing as she watched her other half leave the staff room.

Larissa knew that her Marilyn wanted you and she couldn't deny that she thought you were attractive. Somehow she had landed herself at the door of your classroom, just able to make out you at the front of the classroom. Slipping into the classroom, she is able to stay at the back without being noticed. Watching for a few minutes before sitting down next to one of the students who quickly sat up straighter amusing Larissa.

"Can anyone tell me what Crackstones goal was?" You ask the class spontaneously, looking around for someone to answer. No hands raised and just as you were about to say it yourself a hand goes up in the back. Nodding relieved that someone was paying attention.

"He wanted the world rid of Outcasts, and it seems he failed miserably." The voice who answers makes you freeze in your tracks.

"Principal Weems? What are you doing here?" If students weren't already paying attention they were now, craning their necks to look at their Principal.

"Came to check on how you were doing. Am I not allowed to do that anymore?"

"I- of course you can! It's just you've never come to my class before." You point out causing a few students to laugh, looking down at your watch to check the time realising that there was ten minutes left. Allowing the students to leave early you walk around your desk to your cupboard

"Y/N, Did you really mean what you said earlier?" Your boss asks, as she looks down at your figure which is bent over looking for something.

"Of course! You and Marilyn deserve a child and I'd be honoured to be able to help." You smile, but it drops the moment you see Larissa's face go from curiosity to surprise. "You meant a child right?"

#larissa weems x y/n #gwendoline christie #larissa weems x reader #wednesday #larissa weems #marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #fluff #larissa weems x reader x marilyn thornhill

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Owari no Seraph volume 32 author's afterword english fan translation

Howdy, the long awaited afterword is here. I say as if my volume didn't arrive literally 2 hrs ago. Anyways, thanks for working with me.

Also I included the volume comments this time XP and I translated the back promotional page too just bc I haven't seen anyone else post it yet?? But I don't pay super close attention to the teasers usually so don't come for me if it's just the same text as the last few.

"Afterword

Wow, this is it, the climax! Writing it gets as lonely as it is fun, and it's as fun as it gets lonely, among other things! To everyone who's followed along this long, I'm truly grateful.

From here on out, I'm going to have a new editor. Owari no Seraph has thus far been blessed with nothing but the best and brightest in editors, all full of motivation. From Hosono-san (the sharpest blade in Shueisha) to Kosuge-san (the industry's top Nice Guy) to Kasai-san (who played it straight but turned out to be a total weirdo). And now, exploding onto the scene to take the baton from those three absolute characters, and his name issssss.......Okuyama-saaaaaannnn!!!!!

Now, this new guy in charge is truly amazing, he's got enough motivation to take me aback! He goes, "Kagami-san! We could have the whole world!! Nono, the whole universe!!! From now on just leave it all to meeeeee!!!! There's no doubt we'll do great things together, so just leave it all to me okayyyyyy!!!!" He's been yelling like that since we first met. He brought so much of that heat to the venue we were going to have our first meeting over dinner at and we ended up getting chased out and banned from coming back! It ended up being a whole incident, we really started off with a bang.....is what I'd like to put here, but I'm actually working on this afterword before that aforementioned meeting so I decided to just write my heart. The truth is that we actually haven't met yet! (Say what?)

Everyone, look forward to the next volume, where I tell you all how our introductions went! The one I'm writing now will actually probably pass through my new editor Okuyama-san's hands before we do meet, so I'm kinda scared about how that's gonna go, I'm like shaking (lol). But I'll definitely have a story to tell for next afterword! So on that note, I hope to see you all here again next volume, for those who just wanted to be done reading before it gets deep, I'll say goodbye to you here. I'll see you all next volume!!!!!

So, then, about myself recently. I put to rest some things that have been bothering me as a creator for sooo many years. Yayyyyy!! Wondering how I'm going to live and who I should become. As I'm facing up my works, and also my experiences as a person, as I'm experiencing the lives and deaths of those precious to me, what does it make of me? My characters grow up, am I working hard enough to keep up with them? I suddenly feel like I'm approaching my answers. And wow, what a ride it's been. What a ride being a creator is.

There was a time I was writing so many projects, but I've been rather spending my days studying since encountering those worrisome thoughts. But I've finished my studies and at long last arrived at just being thankful. It took a lot out of me to get here. And having Owari no Seraph publishing monthly, I think it was something that really managed to keep me as a creative grounded through it all. Writing is what I love most of all, I've been able to realize that it's who I am. For that, I am truly grateful to everyone. Yamamoto-san, Furuya-san, every one of my readers, to those in charge here and my editorial staff and everyone else who associates with me and every member of my family, I'm deeply thankful for the one of a kind, precious ties that bring us together in this world.

Which is all to say, I've returned to my extremely prolific writing habits, so I'll be glad if you all read what I've got to say!!!

Huh, I guess that wasn't too heavy afterall. Anyways, everyone, I'll see you next volume! Oh, and the finale of "Densetsu no Yuusha no Densetsu" is also happening after six long years. If any of you have ever read it, I hope you enjoy that too!

So then, see you in volume 33!!!!

Kagami Takaya"

Kagami Sensei's volume comment: "I'm writing so much! Back to the drafts!"

Yamamoto Sensei's volume comment: "We've reached volume 32. Yuuichirou and Mikaela, the Shinoa Squad, Ferid and Crowley, a lot of different stories have really taken off. I hope you're all excited!"

Promo page in the back (text only):

"On the move to make their own dreams come true...

All of these different stories speeding up towards the final battle!?"

The next volume is planned for October 2024

#owari no seraph #english translation #yeah so. please enjoy sensei writing fanfiction about his editors lmao

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halfusek · 1 year

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Irt you post about the archives- Have you read any of the novels? I feel like some of them, like Joey's autobiography, help give a bit more insight to these characters, at least a little.

As for Nathan, I think it's supposed to represent that, unlike Joey, he really was a self made man with good intentions, and that highlights that Wilson was trying to live up to the shadow of his father and instead of being the kind of man his father would have raised, Wilson chose to be as vile as he is.

Memory Joey on the other hand, really is just a representation of this flawed idea people had of the man, only the good parts of Joey that he chose to show. The idealized version of himself that he saw, rather than who he really is. It makes sense to have that contrast there, but he really is just a plot device rather than his own character and it's a shame.

I can't say much for the others, because they feel very lacking. They have a lot of good moments, like the "I'm beautiful." "Always were." scene for example, but outside these moments they feel somewhat empty.

It's unfortunate, because if they had the time, team, and resources, they could have had an incredible story to tell, but limitations with money and staff because of the irl studios layoffs and TheMeatly & Mike Mood making really, really bad choices with their business caused the game to fall short of what it could have been.

we must have read different books because it felt to me like batdr completely ignores book lore

honestly i just feel like the books have been made irrelevant and theyre just kind of telling us stories about these random characters? like adrienne is doing her best to describe these characters but im not gonna lie, as there was some potential to them batdr has been a huge turn off for me for reading anymore (plus that upcoming book is gonna have a yet another completely new character as the main protagonist and im just... bruh how about yall expand upon the characters you already have because this universe is just becoming very messy and full of shallow characters instead of having fewer but interesting ones?? im not against new characters being introduced but they just keep on adding then and then it feels like what we're reading doesn't even matter in the grand scheme of things, that sucks)

sure we get an insight to joey... the only character that actually HAS a lot of complexity and screentime in the games so like yea i like joey and i enjoyed his book but again it felt more like an extra rather than anything that helped expanding the story or the world, i dont really understand their strategy for these...

nathan's and wilson's relation is just uninteresting and shallows wilson's character in my opinion, like what he says to you in game makes out nathan to have been some sort of a horrible father and that'd be kinda interesting and would make wilson a morally grey character

but no he's just a spoiled brat or whatever his archetype is supposed to be and we can throw away the entire symbolism about nathan and bockswell lotsabucks (that cartoon cat from the comics) and the fact that there is supposed to be nathan arch junior and senior making it clear that they changed their minds about the plot just to surprise people (even worse, they ADMIT to doing that in the interview that recently came out... as if it was a good thing ToT) but by doing so they just contradicted clues that existed there before that we could have gotten away from the damn books! like this just makes me not wanna buy any other books anymore because its a clear message that it doesnt fucking matter if we read them, theyre just there to tell us stories about random characters that also wont even appear in the games anyways but we will get 200 more audiologs from other randos we wont care for

again i gotta be sorry for being so negative but im just SO disappointed with batdr and with what the archives had to say

like whatever they are telling their story, its not a sin to be bad and scummy at writing (scummy as in not understanding that youre baiting people into buying extra things for understanding the lore and then making sure you surprise people anyway)

so basically

there is no use for theorising because the message is that they just want to surprise us so if we guess where theyre going they will just change the story no matter how much its gonna suck and contradict what happened before

i cannot comprehend how meatly sees that as a good thing but i guess thats how he wants to tell his stories and whatever makes them happy man

but i find it incredibly shady when you advertise your game as a mystery to be solved and personally this kills my enjoyment of the franchise

#im not saying im gonna leave the fandom but you wont see me theorizing anymore #its headcanons now only baby #and im probably not gonna get any new books #as much as i have a lot of respect for adrienne kress and enjoy her writing #i still didnt even touch the lost ones book tho i have bought it when it came out #and at this point idk if i will #im currently undergoing an awful state when im still kinda fixating on bendy but i dont have anything to power my fixation #in an enjoyable way #and it sucks!!!#ive been trying to get into other things and ive been enjoying different stories but it isnt the same man #bendy hit those very specific things i like about stories but then it started to hit the things i hate #and that is even not to mention all the controversies #its just a real shame #halfask #halfpost #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival

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kradogsrats · 9 months

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Hoi! 🙂 Any theories about why Kpp’Ar was able to move in his coin when Rayla looked at it, and what that is supposed to foreshadow?

We do see Runaan moving in his coin early on, which I think a lot of people forgot about when they saw Kpp'Ar do it:

and that is a different pose from where he has settled when the coins come into Rayla's possession:

It's actually very important from a storytelling communication standpoint that Runaan move when we first see him in the coin, because the audience needs that cue that he's alive and trapped. I bring this up because there are quite a few places where the "rules" of magic are bent or inconsistent in order to preserve storytelling impact or theme. This is particularly true of Viren's corrupted face appearing, but I'm sure there are others. Maybe we'll eventually get some piece of info that ties all of that together, but maybe we won't! Sometimes the answer is "what the story is trying to say is more important than the rules."

Anyway, there are kind of two questions at hand, here: 1) how is Kpp'Ar able to move in his coin? and 2) how is Kpp'Ar even able to perceive Rayla in order to move and look at her? I find the second question more interesting so I'll start there.

Possible scenarios:

Everyone in the coins has full perception of the world around them. Now, fifteen days of solitary confinement can be enough to do psychological damage. Add sensory deprivation on top of that, say being kept in a fucking pouch? Possibly for years? The same person is not coming out of that coin as went into it.

I mean, heck, maybe that's the answer: maybe everyone can move in the coins at any time, but once you've suffered enough psychological damage from the situation to go catatonic, you just kinda... don't.

Everyone in the coins has no perception of the world around them, being either in a state of stasis with no perception of time, to eventually wake up as if they are still at the moment of being trapped, or existing in some kind of weird dreamscape.

Some fudged option where they have full perception of the outside world but somehow this doesn't cause massive, irreversible trauma to Rayla's family. Realistically, I think this is the one we should probably expect.

So if we assume that you can't perceive the outside world with normal senses from inside the coin, how does Kpp'Ar know to turn and "look" when his coin is picked up? WELL, here is my theory: dark mages, as their corruption builds, become sensitive to both dark and primal magic. The coins themselves are at least partially inherently linked with dark magic, so sensing that isn't going to help much... but who picks up Kpp'Ar? Rayla, who has a natural connection to the magic of the Moon primal.

That is absolutely not going to be the actual answer and I'm just insane, but shut up let me have this.

As for why he is capable of moving... well, the easiest plausible explanation is that it's because he's also a dark mage and having the right kind of knowledge or strength lets you struggle a bit better. I assume since we see Runaan moving early on but not later, the magic kind of slowly solidifies.

Alternately, if we want to get just a little bit wild: in his dream, Viren asks Kpp'Ar what's wrong with his arm. Now, Viren reacts with surprise to Kpp'Ar's presence in what I will remind everyone is Viren's own secret study, right where his coin is stashed. How is he there? Did he somehow get out? But the implication is that Kpp'Ar wasn't like that when Viren put him in the coin. So if we theorize that actually, the people in the coins occupy a weird little personal prison Aaravos-style... well, someone's been busy.

Relevant:

There's also the fact that the symbol on the back of the coins is very reminiscent of the deep magic symbol (which might be worth its own post at some point, because they are not the same but also too similar to be unrelated), and given the provenance of the staff, there may be something deeper going on there, magic-wise.

#kpp'ar #dark magic #deep magic #???

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vroom63 · 2 years

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Can i request smut 13 & 19 for Mick please? Xx

For some reason I had such a difficult time with this one. Hope you like it anyways.

Warnings: Kinda smutty, but not really smut.

“I thought we were friends.” you yelled, storming through the paddock after Mick. He looked just as furious as you felt. “Of course we are friends, that is why I did it. You don’t need to get mixed up with drivers. Imagine what the media will say.” Mick spat back at you. You could feel the anger rising inside you. After Lando had asked if you wanted to go out, Mick had told him that you already had a boyfriend. Which was not the case. Not even remotely close to true. “That is none of your business Mick!” you exclaimed. The audacity of this man. Making your way through the Haas hospitality, you could see the staff wondering what was going on.

“You made it my business Y/N.” Mick said, steering towards his drivers’ room. “Mick. We are just friends.” you stepped in after him, letting the door slam closed behind you. “Oh come on Y/N. We passed “just friends” about 20 fucks ago.” he scoffed, finally turning to look at you. His eyes were blazing with anger, and what looked like hurt. The tension in the room was thick. “You think he can make you feel like I do?” Mick was moving towards you slowly. “You think he can fuck you like I do? Make you cum like I do?”. You swallowed thickly, seeing the challenge in his eyes. “Touch me and you lose” you whispered, not dropping the eye contact.

Your words seemed to kick Mick into action. Before you could register what was happening he had you pinned against the door, a hand in your hair and his lips smashed to yours. Trying to match the breathtaking pace he had set, you let your arms wrap around the obviously jealous man in front of you. You didn’t remember how it had happened, only that at one moment you were best friends, the next Mick had you pinned to the bed in some hotel room, somewhere in the world. And it had continued to happen, session after session, race after race.

“Tell me your mine, only mine.” Mick whispered, placing kisses along your neck and shoulder. Your head lulled to the side at the sensation. He knew exactly what he was doing. “I’m yours Mick.” you answered, seeing no need to deny the fact any longer. You had been his since you were kids, even if neither of you knew it. “Mine.” he growled, sinking his teeth into the junktion between your neck and shoulder.

“Remind me why.”

#mick schumacher smut #kinda #mick schumacher #mick schumacher fanfic #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher x reader

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starwalker03 · 9 months

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It is interesting that Lex Luther treats Conner like an employee despite enslaving him. He seems a lot more hands off then the other Light “mentors”. I’ve wondered what it means but I’m leaning towards Lex feels he owns his employees 😬

I mean we've touched on a few pieces here so I'll just skip to the end piece which is oh absolutely for sure Lex feels like he owns his employees.

I don't know the history myself but if you ask me it seems a lot like DC writers just kinda sat in a room and said 'we need a villain for Superman and they all said in unison 'capitalism' then nodded to each other very pleased for this decision and went to get coffee. I could be wrong but like. Who cares this is obviously the best origin story.

Luthor does everything with the motivation of how much more power he can get and he equates money with power. That's half the problem with Superman's existence is that he is not a symbol of power associated with money. There is no amount of money that beats Superman. There is just things he can do because he has money. But furthermore he can't buy Superman. And Superman himself is not motivated by power and money which makes Luthor even more antsy because he doesn't understand him.

The enemy of capitalism is people who don't care about/don't need money. And thats why Luthor and Clark are the dichotomy that they are.

Anyway, that aside. Luthor is a capitalist. Big daddy capitalism. Monopoly man but worse.

His employees are assets to him. This is absolutely the kind of guy who pays minimum wage and refuses to give you a more flexible work schedule so you can't get a second job to make up for your abysmal salary. This is the guy that says no to healthcare, maternity leave, dental because it'd 'cost too much' (false). This is the guy who forces all staff to use lexcorp branded stationery and equipment but doesn't supply it for free and instead takes it out of the employee's salary. This is that guy.

Do I have the basis in canon for this? No. Do I care? Still no. Because to me this is a fundamental part of Luthor's character. He can't be so blatantly anti-superman and also a good guy. One, because this is a type of fiction where good guy protagonist (Superman) is the moral back bone of the story and his trials and tribulations are an exploration of morality and ethics, because he's so overpowered it can't really be anything else. This is a character who's story is a metaphor for Jewish immigrants after the second world war. There is no way for these pieces to coalesce and allow for Luthor to be a good man. Not only because there are no ethical billionaires, but because he is actively a xenophobic man at the top of a capitalistic ladder stood atop bodies of the poor.

Ahem. Anyway whoops I kinda got a bit political there whoops. I didn't realise I had this many opinions on Lex Luthor. Wild.

#dc comics #fanfiction #young justice #with morality like a polynomial #wmlp #lex luthor #character study #ive never read a superman comic can yall tell?

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hxney-lemcn · 2 years

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No One Like You — Hunter x gn! reader

Summery: Reader finds out the truth about the Golden Guard and they don't know how to feel.

tw: Spoilers for season 2 episode 6. Mentions of abuse.

wc: 4.3k

Chapter Seven

Master List | Chapter One

Hunter still hasn’t visited me. The worry I held before growing way more. After all, now I have more material for my anxious ridden mind to use. After all, everything points for Hunter and the Golden Guard to be the same person. Okay well not everything. But what if he was? The voice was awfully similar, not to mention when he seemed so kind towards me. It felt like Hunter was talking to me…if it weren’t about me being restrained.

And if Hunter was the Golden Guard. He mentioned the Emperor and…the dark undertones it left me with were not pleasing. Does that mean the Emperor Belos is the witch that took him in…and the person who abuses him? That leaves this entire situation more complicated than ever. Much less, what can I even do? Nothing really. I guess, try to convince him to leave. But how could I do that if he doesn’t visit me anymore? It’s not like I can break into the palace, and I don’t know what room he’s in anyways. Besides, I’m just a sixteen year old student at Hexside, taking the beast keeping track. He’s…well he’s possibly the Emperor’s right hand man. It would also explain all the instances where he didn’t want to break the law that Belos set down. Or even contemplate wild witches not being dangerous.

“Luz didn’t get a palismen,” Viney said to me. I looked over at her and frowned. “I kinda feel bad, she seemed down about it but tried to hide it.”

I remember when I first got my palismen. My moms knew about palistrom wood being over harvested early on, so they managed to sneak me some. They taught me how to carve my own, and I decided on carving a phoenix. Cinder. Representation of hope, of being reborn, rising from the ashes. Other kids in my year weren’t so lucky, the school couldn’t get any palistrom wood so they ended up just canceling it. I’m glad that the Bat Queen was generous enough to bring lost palismen to the school for future generations to have one.

I saw Luz exit the school so I waved bye to Viney and made my way towards her, “Hey Luz!”

Turning around in shock, she smiled at me, but it seemed forced, “O-oh hey (y/n)...”

“I…I heard that you didn’t get a palismen,” I said shly, just ripping the bandaid off. “So I was wondering if you wanted to have a sleepover or something. Try to get your mind off of it.”

Looking off to the side, she thought for a bit before nodding, “Sure, that sounds good.”

We walked to my house so I could ask for permission and get some clean clothes and pajamas. Momma handed us each a few cookies before we took off on my staff. We changed into our pajamas and ate dinner before staying in her room. I couldn’t stop myself from admiring her echo mouse that she must’ve got recently, as she started to pace.

“What’s wrong Luz?” I asked out, turning to face her. “You can vent to me, I don’t mind.”

Letting out a sigh she replied back softly, “I don’t want to burden you with my problems.”

“Luz you’re my friend,” I said, walking over to her and putting a hand on her shoulder. “You’re not being a burden, especially when I’m asking you to share your problems.”

She nodded and began to pace again, so I sat on the ground, “I stayed here because I wanted to learn magic. I want to be a witch like Eda and Azura! But what does that even mean? And I’ve read stories like this. The main character always has to return home. And what? Did I expect to be a witch in the human realm?”

I frowned as she unraveled her feelings about well…being a human in a different dimension. I wasn’t exactly sure how to handle this, but I did put myself in this situation. Sue me, I want to help a friend.

Luz let out a sigh before I could reply and laid down, “I wouldn’t want to be my palismen either.”

“Luz,” I said softly. “Those aren’t all the palismen in the world. I’m sure there’s one out there that’s just waiting for you. And even if you don’t find one, that doesn’t make you any less of a witch.”

Suddenly a cardinal palismen left Luz’s bag at like…the perfect timing, “It’s you! Did you come here for me?”

The bird chirped lightly while hopping around the room, “No, of course not.”

“We should take it back to its nest,” I said as the bird hopped into my hands. “Maybe you can try to connect with one of the palismen again.”

“Yeah!” Luz exclaimed, seeming to get some of her spirit back.

The trip back to the school field was quick. It was dark out, but the moon shone down lighting the way. Yet when we got there, I noticed that the nest for the palismen had a forcefield around it.

“How are we supposed to get through this?” Luz asked, touching the forcefield. Suddenly the cardinal pushed its head against the yellow forcefield and it broke. “Woah, palismen powers. Neat!”

I kneeled down and opened the door for the cardinal to enter. Luz kneeled down next to me and looked around at all the palismen. Then she crawled in, waving for me to follow. It was a cramp space for both of us to be in, but it wasn’t terribly bad either. I could still move my limbs. The palismen chattered when we entered but calmed down once Luz started questioning what she wanted to do in her future. It was getting really late and I felt my eyes close involuntarily.

Feeling the ground jolt, I didn’t even remember falling asleep. I looked around in panic as Luz opened the door to shout at whatever was making the ruckus. I looked over her shoulder to see why she looked startled and I felt my own eyes widened as we were high up in the air. Looking up, there was a blimp carrying the nest.

“I think we’re being kidnapped,” Luz said looking back at the palismen. They coward in fear Luz continued, “Don’t worry, I’ll…we’ll figure this out.”

We nodded at each other in determination as Luz made a plant glyph so we could climb a vine up. I went after her in case I needed to catch her if she fell…though I’m kinda more worried for myself. We finally reached the side of the blimp and looked in. There he stood, the Golden Guard in all his glory whistling a tune to himself. Once again I felt my heart clench, this had to be Hunter. There’s no way in Titan it isn’t.

“Ugh, him again,” Luz groaned. Jumping over the side, Luz smacked the leaf she wrote a glyph on, onto the Golden Guards back and he looked back at her in confusion.

“Luz wait!” I shouted jumping after her, but it was too late as the Golden Guard was rocketed off.

“He’ll be fine,” Luz said looking towards me, a sheepish smile adorning her face. “Now how do I land this thing?”

Before I could reply, arms wrapped around me, one around my waist and the other covering my mouth. I let out a muffled shout as I looked back, seeing the Golden Guard being the one holding me. He let out a whispered ‘Shh’.

“You just pull that cord above your head,” He said nonchalantly. Like he wasn’t currently holding me hostage.

“Oh, thanks (y-” Luz started, beginning to pull the cord before turning around in shock.

“Hiiiii,” Golden Guard said in a mocking tone before sending Luz to the back of the ship and wrapping her up with rope. I struggled in his grip, trying to get him to let go. I heard him let out a quiet sigh as he used his magic to more gently sit me by Luz and tie me up as well.

“What do you want with the palismen, Golden Guard?” Luz shouted out in an accusatory tone.

“Frankly…” He started, teleporting into Luz’s face. “You should be more concerned about yourself. For the crime of rocketing me off my own ship, you’ll be locked in the dingiest cell in the Conformatorium. For the rest of your sad little life.”

“Whatever,” Luz scoffed. “I already broke out of there, like, twice.”

“I don’t think you should say that,” I muttered, wincing slightly.

“Then we’ll just zap you to dust and throw you into the sea,” The Golden Guard replied, turning away in frustration. “That better?” Luz groaned and he just replied with a simple ‘good’.

Luz tried to struggle free and I came up with a way to get the ropes off. Just…well…my hands were sticking out the bottom. So I could try to untie Luz and then vice versa, presto. But instead Luz stopped and started to draw a glyph, talking to the Golden Guard as a distraction.

“Say, how did you get back to the ship so fast?” She asked.

“Staff,” He replied like it was a dumb question, and honestly…I would’ve facepalmed if I could.

Activating the glyph, she aimed it towards his staff…and it was gone.

No!” He shouted, reaching out towards it. Chuckling, he turned towards us, “Human, it’ll take more than just that to thwart my mission.”

Suddenly a giant dragon looking creature flew by, “Like this?” I couldn’t help the sarcasm that flew out of me. Then the hand dragon thing split the top of the blimp open, causing the ship to crash.

“/n)! (Y/n) wake up!” Someone exclaimed while shaking me lightly. Opening my eyes I looked around. We were in a yellow forest, Luz hovered over me with the cardinal bird perched on her shoulder. “C’mon we gotta go.”

Sitting up, I watched Luz crawl towards the Golden Guards staff. Looking past that, I saw the Golden Guards body and he seemed to be waking up from the way he was groaning in pain.

“Kikimora, maam,” I heard a scout behind me say. “We’ve found the palismen. They seem rattled but unharmed.”

Luz and I looked over to see Emperor coven scouts and what seems to be a higher up talking. And…she was holding the Golden Guards mask…will I finally find out his identity? No that's not what’s important right now.

“Very good captain,” The small leader spoke up. “Return to the city and prepare them for travel.”

“Is it true maam?” The captain spoke out. “Is the Golden Guard really…”

“This is all that remains,” Kikimora responds dramatically. “Such a horrible accident. Probably caused by the incompotent pilot."

When the scouts left, she called the hand dragon (that’s what I’m calling it now). I felt sick, his own coven members were plotting his downfall.

“Now find the rest of him and have yourself a nice little snack,” Kikimora said sweetly and had her dragon pet sniff his mask.

Luz and I looked at each other, coming to a silent agreement, then looked back at the Golden Guards body. Nodding at each other, we made our way to where he laid. Little rascal perching on my head. When we got to a position where we could see him I froze. I was right. The Golden Guard…he’s my Hunter. I…I didn’t know what to do. So many thoughts rushing through my head and feelings that I didn’t even know.

“This is the Golden Guard?” Luz asked, surprised. “It looks like he could be a student at Hexside.”

I stumbled my way over to them and crouched next to Hunter. Luz leaned in closer to him, but I noticed her raise her arm and I stopped her before she could hit him.

Instead I raised one of my shaky hands and carded my fingers through his hair, leaning down to his ear I whispered, “Hunter it’s time to wake up.”

Hunter slowly opened his eyes and turned his head towards me. I raised my face so we were eye to eye and I noticed a small smile come over his face, “(Y…y/n)?”

I backed up and looked off to the side. I…don’t know how to handle these weird feelings inside of me. On one hand I want to forgive him for not telling me everything and be understanding. But a more selfish part of me wanted him to hurt like I have these months I haven’t seen him. So I chose a more neutral route, bringing my walls that I normally let down around him up once more.

Hunter looked over towards Luz and sat up quickly, looking around in panic. The situation seemed to finally dawn on him, “What?”

“Listen,” Luz said, not mentioning anything about what just happened thankfully. “You are a bad person and I do not like you.” I flinched slightly at those words. I wanted to vouch for him, say he must be misunderstood…but do I even know him? “But Kikimora is trying to kill you, and unfortunately we’re too nice to let that happen!”

“Are you licking my hand?” Luz exclaimed grossed out, quickly wiping his own spit on his face. “I’m trying to help you!”

“Why should I believe you?” Hunter replied back, and…are they seriously fighting like siblings right now?

Taking a deep breath to control my emotions a bit, I quickly turned stern, “You two stop fighting right this instant.” Both stopped pushing at each other and turned to face me. “Stop acting like children, this is a serious situation and-”

I heard the hand dragon sound from behind me and I stopped speaking to look back. Hunter quickly discarded his cloak and grabbed my wrist as we all ran off. Hiding some glowing orbs, we watched as the Hand dragon tore up the cloak that Hunter left. And we used this distraction to sneakily get to Latissa.

Once we got into the city, Hunter looked angry as Luz started talking, “Wheh, man, Kikimora must hate you.”

I nudged Luz lightly, “Luz I don’t think now is a good time to bring that up…once again.”

Luz and I watched as the citizens of Latissa seemed much more…bruanier? It was different, but it was neat to see somewhere new.

“I haven’t been outside of Bonesborough that much,” Luz said, spinning around. “Latissa is so cool!”

“I haven’t either,” I agreed, noticing Hunter take a sharp turn. I called out a ‘wait’ as I grabbed Luz’s hand to follow him. Hunter actually paused for a second before walking again.

“Where are you going?” Luz said in a frustrated tone, holding his staff tighter. “Hey man, we just saved your life. The least you could do is tell us your name.” I resisted the urge to correct her and say that I already knew his name, but Hunter grunted at her, looking back at us, his eyes falling to our intertwined hand before stomping off faster.

Hunter walked up to two scouts and said in a commanding voice, “Scouts! Direct me to your communications room. I need to contact the castle immediately.” Then he showed them something one his wrist, I’m guessing it's his coven sigil.

“Cute,” One of the scouts said in a mocking tone. “I didn’t know kids your age were still into temporary tattoos.”

“Yeah,” The other scout said. “Show us your badge number.”

“I am your superior and I can prove it,” Hunter said. Luz dragged me closer towards where they stood and I felt nervous, so I held onto her arm to try and feel better. Turning towards us, Hunter held out his hand, “Staff.”

Luz hid it behind us and I honestly felt bad at the defeated look that crossed Hunter’s face. He looked even more hurt when he noticed how I clung to Luz, but I chose to ignore it. It probably looked pretty funny to see a 16 year old clinging to a 14 year old.

“Isn’t it a little late for you kids to be outside?” The scout asked with their hands on their hips.

“We were just on our way home actually,” I said with a nervous chuckle, tugging Luz towards where we came from.

The scouts then walked away and Hunter turned towards us, his cheeks and ears colored red and started chasing after us. Luz quickly ran, me stumbling behind her. Running past people, jumping down to stairs, and running into a dead end, Luz quickly let go of my hand and drew an ice glyph and launched us onto the top of the building.

Turning back around, Luz leaned over the railing and taunted, “C’mon Golden Guard. Don’t you know any, like, levitation spells?” Hunter looked away and I felt my heart drop. Could he…not do magic or something? Luz seemed to have come to the same conclusion as she pointed to his staff, “Are you powerless without this?”

Hunter glared up at us before walking away. But I knew better than to think he was giving up. And I was right when he parkoured up the building, and honestly? I was impressed. But that was quickly shattered when Luz used Hunter’s staff to send shocks at him, which he dodged.

“Back up! Or…or else!” Luz threatened.

“Or else what?” Hunter said, walking closer. “You gonna blast me to bits?” Chuckling he continued, “Nah, you’re too nice for that. Fly away? Nuh-uh, you know you can’t do that either. ‘Cause then you’ll be leaving behind your precious palismen. You don’t tend to think things through, do you, human?”

“Back off,” I said, standing in between them, holding up my own staff towards Hunter. “We’re not gonna get anywhere if we keep squabbling like griffins.”

Suddenly the hand dragon flew over us, and we walked over to see what was going on. “So Kikimora was after my catch,” Hunter said, resting his hand on his chin.

“Seems like neither of us want her to win right now,” Luz said, pointing his staff at him once more. “Sooooo, let’s work together to take back those palismen.”

“Then what?” Hunter asked frustratingly. “You think I’ll just let you walk away with them?”

“Maybe you won’t have a choice,” Luz said smugly. “It is two against one.” Luz twirled the staff around only to hit her own head and nearly drop the staff. We all reached for it as a reflex, but Luz quickly caught it and laughed awkwardly.

“I doubt that,” Hunter said, crossing his arms. “But…fine. Truce till then.”

“Truce,” Luz and I said together. Holding out her hand, Luz waits for Hunter to take the bait. Sighing, Hunter uncrossed his arms and went to shake her hand. Only for Luz to slick back her hair and say “Too slow” while chuckling. I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me as Luz ran away and Hunter glared at her. Turning towards me, Hunter seemed like he wanted to say something. And I wanted him to. I also wanted to say something but I didn’t know what.

“Let’s get this over with,” He muttered and followed Luz. I…felt even more hurt at that, but I realized my colder attitude with him probably hurt him too. Ugh why can’t things ever be easy.

Hunter went to get some sleeping nettle as I helped Luz write the glyphs in chalk. After all, they were similar to the ones in that book I bought about wild magic.

“I’ve never seen magic like this before,” Hunter spoke out, aw underlying in his voice. “What will it do?”

“Well,” Luz said, starting to explain. “We don’t want to spook Kikimora’s steed because it would drop the nest and hurt the palismen.” “So using fire and ice spells, we’re commanding the glyphs to produce a strong mist,” I continued for her.

“And the sleeping nettles?” Hunter asked, handing them to me.

“They’re essential!” Luz exclaimed.

“Combined with the mist it’ll create-” I said, being cut off.

“A sleep induced smoke, forcing Kikimora to land,” Hunter continued for me, awe laced in his voice. And once again it felt like I was back at home, lying in bed with Hunter by my side as we rambled about magic. Hunter smiled at me brightly and I couldn’t help the shy smile I sent back.

Luz looked at him in confusion and Hunter stammered to explain himself, “Oh-uh…I-I read a similar spell in the book From Bones to Earth-”

Luz cut him off, “A Study of Wild Magic! Eda once pickpocketed the guy who wrote it!”

“I’ve never seen glyphs before,” Hunter said, staring at the wall, “But it seems very similar to the elemental magic practiced in the savage ages.” And there's my dork.

“Really?” Luz said intrigued.

“Actually, not many people know this aside from (y/n) and I, but,” Hunter said excitedly. “No. No, no, no, no. This stuff is restricted for a reason. You should forget about it before you’re hurt.”

Luz glanced at me in confusion before saying, “Other than Lilith, I’ve never spoken to someone inside the Emperor’s coven. What made you want to join?” My memories went back to when Hunter told me about how he was taken in by his only family member. And I stared at him waiting for an answer…hoping to high Titan that it wasn’t Emperor Belos.

“You were right before,” Hunter sighed, sitting down, resting his arms on his knees. “I’m a powerless witch. A lot of my ancestors were. I never thought I’d have a future in a world like this. But then Belos found me and gave me a staff with artificial magic. Said the Titan had big plans for me.” At this point he was fidgeting with his fingers.

Luz deflated slightly and looked away, “At least you have your future figured out now.”

“At least you can figure out your own,” Hunter replied, glancing at me before looking away. Suddenly the cardinal palismen landed on Hunter’s arm and he jumped back in shock, “Hey!” The bird twittered at him and I felt a giant grin form on my face, “Stop! Get away from me.”

“He’s just being friendly,” Luz said with a slight giggle.

“I don’t care!” Hunter exclaimed, tense with fear. “These things are made from wild magic. It’s dangerous.”

“Does he look dangerous to you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, leaning over to pet its head.

We all jumped up once we heard the sounds of the hand dragon. We saw it start to fly and Luz looked at Hunter and I, “Masks on.” We all put on our masks as Luz continued, “Once they’re surrounded by the smoke, we’ll need to stay close to see where they land.” Hunter and I nodded. And Luz held Hunter’s staff out towards him.

He looked back at her with wide eyes, “Are you sure? (Y/n) has her own staff-”

I fake whistled as Cinder hid behind my back. I tried to hide my smile behind my hand as Hunter looked surprised, but also slightly amused.

“Just take it,” Luz said, shoving it towards him.

Seeing the hand dragon take off with the palismen, Luz activated the glyphs. The mist poured out as Hunter and I already sat on his staff, waiting for Luz to join. Which when she did we quickly took off.

“I think it’s working,” I said, seeing the dragon slow down slightly.

Luz then casted a light glyph and we led the dragon to the ground. I heard Kikimora let out a pitiful ‘stop’, before fully crashing.

“The palismen!” Luz exclaimed, running over to check on them. But I turned towards Hunter, standing in front of Luz as she comforted them.

Hunter lit his staff, so I called Cinder, who quickly came to me. I heard Luz chuckle awkwardly behind me muttering a meek ‘right’.

“Are you really going to do this?” I asked, frown tugging on my lips.

“You’re going to bring all those innocent creatures to Belos?” Luz agreed. “I know what he does with them. I thought you might’ve been a good guy. But I guess that was just wishful thinking. You’re not my friend. You’re just the Golden Guard.” My heart tugged at her words, and so did Hunter’s it seems as he looked from Luz to me. His glare softened.

Tugging his mask down and lowering his staff slightly he said, “My name is Hunter.”

I felt my features soften. I wanted to lower my staff and hug him, but he got hit in the head with a bolt of purple fire. Looking to my left I noticed a semi-conscious Kikimora. She was mumbling to herself and at that moment I wanted to wack her with my staff for hurting Hunter. I mean after all the craziness that happened tonight, I forgive him. I just want him to explain everything to me first.

Kikimora started firing bolts out randomly and I stood in front of Luz and the palismen. If Hunter was the Golden Guard I knew he could take care of himself. I went to block a blot that was going to hit me, but Hunter blocked it for me. He continued to deflect bolts and got closer to Kikimora. He hit her, and she landed by us, her weird finger whistle landing at Luz’s feet. Kikimora went to cast a spell at Luz but Hunter blocked her at the last moment, continuing to protect us.

Luz tugged my hand and led me towards the hand dragon. I hesitated, turning to look back at Hunter as he defended Luz and I. I felt terrible, but I knew Luz was right, we needed to keep the palismen safe. Hunter will be fine on his own. We sat on the dragon as Luz tried to sound soothing. Using the whistle, the dragon came to and started to fly off. I looked back towards Hunter, who stared at us after finally knocking out Kikimora.

I’m sorry Hunter.

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stick-named-figure · 1 year

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ask list

anon this is like pandora's box of questions. i still have like 5 essays i want and need to write about. like. here i'll put some mini analyses under the cut.

parkour, what it says about how the color gang handles problems, and also how they carry themselves

yes i want to write another essay on parkour. like. god. parkour is a fucking goldmine into how the sticks process getting around and how they handle competition, winning, and (very literally) obstacles.

like that green jumps over yellow's hands on the ironbars course, or that red and blue (despite punching each other every opportunity they get) aren't that competitive with each other, often being more cautious about getting around over speed.

PLUS how they planned each escape from the endless loop. like that it shows off green's ambidexterity or that orange's a very fast thinker!

god i love parkour so much. so much 😭

note block universe, the whole thing

like i've been planning this essay since i first saw episode 29 and it WILL get done some day i swear. there's just so much about it. i was listening to big band villagers today and like, there's this shared bass line between a trombone and a tenor sax i had never consciously noticed! it's really good! like aaron grooves and scott buckley just went SO hard in this and i can't possibly overstate that.

ALSO there's just. all of green's character building leading up to this episode? like obviously the note block episodes are part of that and that green's musical skill is a pivotal part of it. but there are other things that are insanely important to why note block universe works the way it does, most notably being green's ability to mimic and copy.

in the second build competition episode (episode 17: build battle), we see it very clearly that green is good at deriving other's works. green's first move is making banners for their build of the combine (it's a pretty cute vehicle ngl), which isn't something you can really... do unless you have a very good idea as to what you're building (or it's already built). green keeps looking over at blue's build! (it could be seen as them looking at the image. it was probably that too but i can't look at green's build and explain it any other way ngl).

there's also that alan made blue's build worse on purpose in the first build competition (episode 2) so that green's would look better. that doesn't quite have anything to do with what i'm saying about green but it's funny as fuck. sorry blue, you're too good at building so we had to nerf you.

but anyway, green's ability to mimic and improvise on what someone is doing is pivotal, like how they instantly rephrase their question to the baby zombie to match their genre.

i have SO much more to say on it. the essay's gonna come in like... at least three parts because i have a lot to say and it'd become too directionless otherwise.

king in general

OK LOOK. my obsession with king is a little embarrassing and i'm not even sure i can fully explain it but like. there's a lot to talk about their character and there's plenty i just made up. it is that deep, actually.

like how king would rather destroy an entire world than process their trauma and emotions. i think that's really funny (<- closest word for "i think that's terribly human of them and also tragic").

plus i think that king's intelligence is kinda... glossed over in a manner? obviously we have no clue on HOW much king had to teach themselves but it's insanely impressive to learn enough physics in the span of... say a year or two to create that staff.

i estimate the time between gold's death and king's entry to the nether to be at least half a year, since the warden exists (first in-game appearance in february 17, 2022) and the version of minecraft gold died in has since been changed to be 1.17.0 (released june 8, 2021). i kinda... have to ignore the desktop dates, since if the dates were true the series wouldn't be possible (first seen date is june 12, 2021 [episode 25], last seen date is june 14, 2021 [episode 30]). plus... a week-ish turnaround from gold dying to king creating the staff just. idk! i can't suspend my disbelief enough for that! i literally have to make it be a few months at least.

plus... if it's only been a week or so since gold died... it makes their relationship with purple like... uncomfortable. like more so. it's... i don't like rating coping mechanisms. it feels unproductive, y'know? but like... finding a new kid to project your "my kid died" feelings onto, especially one who has previously been abused isn't the... best way to cope. it has to be longer for me to be able to buy into their found familial dynamic.

#ask game answer #answer #anon #self post #avm #this really was pandora's box! i fully believed it was a year or so since gold died!#alan's asking me to accept that gold died as little as a few DAYS before s3?#cannot do that sir #cw death mention #avm king orange #avm mango #blorbo posting #musing

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IDOLiSH7 Ep. 2 - First Stage | Lotus Reacts

*this post is transferred from my original twitter thread that will be deleted once archived here

It’s the *THING* again oh god

Are you the overlord of this entire world

WHAT ARE KINAKO. A BUNNY? A DOG??? A SUPREME BEING TO RULE OVER THE WORLD YOU HOLD IN YOUR TINY LITTLE HANDS(?) PAWS(?) FLOOFS(?)

Oh it’s them. The rival group I guess?

WOAH BROADWAY THAT’S CRAZY HOW GOOD OF A SINGER IS HE

THE JIMA SOUNDS TOO SIMILAR TO—

got it JIMA is like… MAMA I guess

Ohh okay they have like a pre-debut showcase concert thingy

3k people is nothing to sneeze at ooo

How is she gonna promote them to 3k people I hope yt exists here or something

“No girl, no life” thank you nagi i agree

“Drown me in a sea of stationary” god if that isn’t me *sweats at all the journals i bought but never completed*

bro likes pudding how wonderful. i also enjoy pudding

it’s ok short king 🙏 we love short kings here

Oh god she’s so cute

Oh god they’re just training by themselves? No coach holy shit

I like to imagine this is how kpop groups decide line distributions “Ur voice is really cool dude, you should sing the hook” “oh ok”

GIRL 😭 you’re passing it out by yourself

at least they’re helping her

Oh he has a brother? i wonder what happened to him ahahahahahaha why do i have a bad feeling

AHHH I GOT JUMPSCARED BY THE OVERLORD

I have a bad feeling about this am i gonna see no one in the crowd

AHHHH I KNEW IT UEUEUEW

It’s okay girl… you’ll learn this thing is like… pretty hard. Especially bc they’re pre-debut

It’s okay! You gotta make the most out of this situation! Most people don’t go to a concert just for nugus! You need to show people why they’re talented and shit!

It’s okay to be a little disappointed everyone! Even this kinda thing can go viral like “new boygroup has no audience” and boom underdog story EZ

Why is she like 1 of 3 staff there like there should be a TEAM

WHY. WHY IS HE NOT WEARING A SHIRT LMFAOOOO WHAT

Don't tell me he's going tiddies out HUH sweetie put on a shirt pls it's cold out there frfr you haven't even debuted yet

Oh damn the oldest is 22 bless this is refreshing

OK YE WHY IS HE THE ONLY ONE WITHOUT A PROPER SHIRT?

Oh hi cgi

Sorry got distracted again. But anyways the song is wholesome ya know

Damn some internal conflict in trigger i see 🤔 but it seems reasonable ye ya know

Sorry got distracted again Anyways we have our rivals I guess LOL

Maybe you guys should start focusing on being a better group together and resolving any kind of internal conflicts instead of preparing to crush a rookie group 🤔 things to think about before i get deeper into the series

I just wanna know where his shirt went

It's ok they're gonna look back on this in the future and be like "yeah can you believe we performed in front of like less than 20 people ain't that crazy?"

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ok so this post is like spawned from reading the notes on an age gaps in relationships post, that I just read while waking up today....

I think a big part of the discourse around age gaps in relationships is spurned on by again, the fuckin stupid ass elder millennials vs younger millennials (or even zillennials) and gen z bullshit "war". it's like, in the post I made like last month about a convo at my old work's staff christmas party in 2022, where one of the ladies in the finance team and the newish guy hired in my team (customer service)..... which was all about her being a 1989 millennial "just before the cusp of the 90s so I'm a REAL MILLENNIAL unlike you two (me and new emo guy who are 1995 (me) and 1997 (I think, emo guy)).... you fake-ass wannabe millennials. you're babies!!!! YOU GUYS HAVE NOTHING IN COMMON WITH ME!!!!" like yes we do, sadie. and i'm the cut-off for millennials in 1995. but I digress.

but to me, it's the elder millennials like this woman and even comedians (ie the elder millennial netflix standup special from iliza shelsinger whose 40 but was done in 2017 or whatever) who are breeding the idea that people in their mid 20s, born in the mid to late 90s are "uwu cute lil babies who i have NOTHING in common with, so therefore you are a child (and everyone else your age by extension are children), to me." in age gap relationship discourse.

like sadie, for the love of fuck. there is 6 years difference in age between us. you may be in you mid 30s, yes. so you obvs have a bit more life experience than me, in general.... and actually went through 9/11, possibly understanding the implications of it (which I didn't bc I was literally 5/6 years old in 2001 when it happened; but I still knew what the fuck it was... even though yes, we're aussie.... but this is always used as the major event that younger millennials are "too young to understand and that therefore means that they're not real millennials")..... and again, you really experienced y2k fashion properly; whereas I watched it unravel on TV. but that does NOT make me child, incapable of making my own decisions, according to you. apparently emo guy doesn't know what rent is..... when he was actively moving out of his rented place to move in with his girlfriend's parents (one of whom, we all worked with)???? like make up your mind.

but from the comedian side, particularly the iliza shelsinger special that im talking about, it's the insinuation that as a 1995 baby and the people just under me, like emo guy, have NO IDEA what a landline is???? and that again makes us babies.... children who don't know the ways of the world before our all-knowing smartphones, which are connected to our hands like edward scissorhands. again, of course i know what the fuck a landline is!!!!!! I used one up until about 2009??? when my friends finally started to get their mobiles. of course, it means that I didn't have my own private landline (and hamburger phone, thanks juno) to my own room, which was an expensive must-have, that very people few would have ACTUALLY HAD, in the 2000s.... bc by that time, cordless phones were a thing anyway. and the age gap between me and this comedian is 12 years. she's just turned 40, born in 1983. so, therefore, again, I am but a babe. a mere naive lamb in the world of more knowledgeable, wiley wolves. but you're in your 20s!!!! you DON'T KNOW THE HORROR!!! yes i do!!!! i fully do. bc we literally JUST GOT RID OF OUR LANDLINE PHONE LAST YEAR, IN 20 FUCKING 22!!!!! don't you dare tell me i don't know what it is.

moreover, bro. I am 20 fucking 8 (well, nearly). I turn 30 in two years time. yes, I may have never moved out of home (lol fucked up rental crisis.... and everything else, where the world is falling apart).... but I do pay my own car insurance and car loan (finally). hell!!!!! i BOUGHT my own car last year.... even if it wasn't fully in cash lol. I may have only had my first ever ~real adult~ job last year (kinda... and first job ever, period).... but that doesn't make me a child. I am still an adult, capable of making my own choices.... even if one of my choices is utterly refusing to date people... like, ever.... due to my horrendous past experiences with guys in my late teens. "but!!! but!! both of these women croon, YOU ARE STILL A CHILD! YOU HAVE HOPE!!! UNLIKE MY JADED ASS!!!" yeah. nah. my hope for the future fizzled out years ago. maybe not emo guy's. but mine defs has. and why is feeling jaded like a weird fucking milestone and badge of honour to wear???

in my actual life, one of my primary school best friends just divorced her high school sweetheart a couple of months ago. due to the guy changing his mind on having kids (ie he started wanting them, but he works one week one/one week off and fly in/fly out in the mines.... and since they were in another state, South Australia, they had NO family or friends to help my besite with the kid that she didn't even really want.... and he didn't want to do 50% of the housework and mental work for them). she owns a fucking house and pays house insurance. she works a high-powered government job in sydney now. my other primary school bestie, ironically, just got married to her uni sweetheart, and they're renting in the fucked up rental hellscape that is sydney. we all drive. we all have cars... even if I did take forever to get my full licence and my own car.

what, in any part of the above paragraph, is not a wiley adult wolf, just like both of these 80s babies think that they are???? both of these women who I've mentioned in this post would've had these conversations with past partners, and obviously with their current partners (the comedian had a kid in late 2022 I think, and the woman from work had like 2 or 3 kids, for example). they both own houses etc etc.

I fail to see how 90s kids are "uwu babies" in the eyes of elder millennials.... other than they're making that excuse to treat us like kids when it comes to dating someone with..... a let's say.... 5 to 12 year age difference, at the minimum. why would a 1983 or 1987 or 1990 "elder millennial" date a 1995 zillenial/baby millennial/cusper/whatever the fuck we're called, when *cue the "if she doesn't know X/what X is she's too young for you bro (or chick)! meme*... like "if she doesn't know what *enter a random 80s show here that an 80s kid grew up on* is, then she's too young for you, bro!!!

like who gives a fuck if I have never fucking watched idek Cheers or family ties or ALF or Fraiser (for early 90s) or whatever the fuck else???? maybe I didn't watch them bc I was literally fucking 2 years old??? so i was too young for the re-runs of these shows from 1997 onwards??? I was just vibing with rainbow brite (80s cartoon), dino riders (which was a short-lived 80s cartoon), the disney's gummi bears (late 80s cartoon) and every winnie the pooh movie and power rangers show or movie under the sun. oh, and of course, fucking Lion King and other 90s disney movies! that are all getting those godawful nostalgia cash grab live-action remakes that NO ONE has asked for, really. that for some reason, a lot of 80s babies seem to claim as theirs, and only theirs, for nostalgia and "disney adult" points. i also watched pokemon on VHS!!!! SHOCK!! HORROR!! I KNOW WHAT A VHS IS!!! (and we still have them).

just. my point is. i think some of the age gap discourse, if it's not about like power dynamics/abuse and whatever else.... is coming from this dumb as fuck generational divide of self-declared "elder millennials" who are now nearing 40 or are 40; or somewhere in their mid30s, trying to be so over-superior over the 20 somethings born in the mid to late 90s. (and now early 2000s kids, SHOCK!!! HORROR!!!- gen z... but i get this sometimes im ngl. the fuck you mean the young lawns guy who i had a short-lived crush on last year at work IS 20 FUCKING ONE (21)???? NO. NO IT CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!!! IT- IT- IT CAN. NOT. BE. FUCKING. HAPPENING????!!!!).

just for the love of fuck. get over this utter bullshit about "millennials are the best babies!!!!" bullshit and STOP infantilizing grown ass adults (even if i personally actively NEVER feel like one tbh lmao) just because of an utter bullshit arbitrary age classification used for marketing and sociological research purposes only..... and only because there's between a 6 (for the lady i know) to about 12 year age gap (the comedian) between an 80s baby and a mid 90s baby. we are of the same generation... and we can have successful relationships with people born in the 80s/elder millennials, despite the age gaps. not that i've had one personally lmao. but we all know someone with an older partner or friend or whatever.

but i'm also thinking about it since there's the debate around chris evans finally marrying alba bapitista. when he's 42 (so gen x but who gives a fuck)... but she's 26 (a zillennial) and a college grad.... so apparently SHE has NO rational decision making skills at the baby age of 26. and also around joe jonas divorcing sophie turner.... where he's using his age (34) against hers (27) as a reason to divorce her bc he's "more responsible" than her (eg. he's forced to look after HIS kids while HE is on tour in the US.... while sophie parties after wrapping up a tv show she's been working in the UK on for like 6 months to a year and also finally working.... after taking 2 to 3 years off for her kids and pregnancies.... and the uh.... GLOBAL PANDEMIC????), and bs like that. it's just making me gag tbh.

#life #about me #shut up ilona #relationships i guess

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